My Bossy CEO Husband
Chapter 2264

“Lyndon, it’s too cold.

You’ll get sick if you stay here,” Tilda said gently.

“If you get sick, Rosa will be sad.

”

Lyndon fixed his gaze on Tilda, his drunken mind slowly processing her words.

“No, I don’t want Rosa to be sad.

”

Tilda nodded.

“So let’s go home first, okay?”

Lyndon didn’t resist further, allowing them to help him to the car.

After a struggle, Tilda and the guard managed to get him into the back seat.

The guard wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled.

“It’s rare to see a man as affectionate as this gentleman.

I’ve worked here for over ten years, and it’s the first time I’ve seen a young man who can’t forget his ex-wife.

”

Tilda swallowed her bitterness and forced a smile.

“Thank you for your help.

”

The guard quickly replied, “You’re welcome.

Well, I just said what I thought.

Please don’t take it to heart.

Your husband is a nice man.

Now that he’s married to you, I’m sure he’ll love you wholeheartedly.

”

Tilda smiled, unaffected by the guard’s words.

After expressing her thanks again, she took a deep breath to calm her queasy stomach.

Then she got into the car and drove away.

In the back seat, Lyndon stirred and opened his eyes.

Tilda glanced at him through the rearview mirror, noticing his frown and worried he might feel nauseous.

“Lyndon, are you feeling okay?” she asked gently.

Lyndon didn’t respond.

Instead, he slowly raised his hand to look at the photo he was holding, then carefully tucked it into the inner pocket of his coat as if it were a precious treasure.

Seeing his actions, Tilda felt a pang of sadness.

If there hadn’t been an accident, Rosanna wouldn’t have taken part in the volunteer event.

If she hadn’t taken part in the volunteer event, she wouldn’t have died.

If she were still alive, she and Lyndon would be married and happy now.

Clenching the steering wheel, Tilda focused on the road illuminated by the headlights, feeling complicated emotions swirling inside her.

Lyndon remained silent the entire drive.

Tilda kept checking the rearview mirror, concerned that he might vomit after drinking so much.

Fortunately, after he put the photo away, he closed his eyes and stayed quiet.

Tilda drove as smoothly as possible and finally arrived at the villa.

After parking, she looked at Lyndon, still sound asleep in the back seat.

She sighed and called Elma.

“Hello?” Elma answered, her voice groggy.